Friday, I think I love you

TGIF, mofos. I'm not sorry to see this week go: week two of this wretched chest cold, three nights of all over body hives, two of my good friends laid parents to rest this week and I couldn't be there for either funeral, and it's been a disastrous week as a homeowner. I do not thrive in a chaotic or messy environment, so good day, week from hell. I SAID GOOD DAY.

Incidentally, that was the alternate title of my blog, isaidgoodday.com, but some wanker had it and stephaniesaysgoodday.com would mean that I was constantly referring to myself in the third person, which I'm rabidly opposed to. So, weinerwhistle weinerwhistle weinerwhistle.

Speaking of, this week's weinerwhistle award goes to Charlie Brown. I know I'm not popular for this, and I don't really care. Charlie Brown and Linus are weinerwhistles and Sally is a complete fool. I do like Snoopy, Woodstock and the music. Suck it, Great Pumpkin.

My Halloween weekend tips:
1. Have fun.
2. Be safe.
3. Don't dress up as a clown.
4. Don't have jello wrestling, it's a mess to clean up.
5. Don't chintz on candy for the children.
6. Don't bother trying to top me and MFD as Dog the Bounty Hunter & Beth from a few years back:

Favorite movie line of the week:

Hollywood, you're an asshole for remaking Footloose and Dirty Dancing. No reason.

Happy Halloween Weekend!

SMD

p.s. A spoke on my beloved Totes clear bubble umbrella broke yesterday. I had to stop at Kiddie Mart (What my Pop calls K-Mart) on the way home, and hark! They had a full rack of them. You rarely see them in stores. Hie thee to Kiddie Mart, people!

Why would she name her blog weinerwhistle?

1. Weinerwhistle is the best word of our time. Many moons ago (i.e. 2009) on a rampant drunken weekend in Atlantic City for the Stringband Show of Shows I pulled weinerwhistle out of the depths of my blackberry brandy addled brain and used it as every other word for about six hours, then when I returned I honored it with a Facebook page. It was called Weinerwhistle is the best word of our time, and it's now pretty defunct and about to be archived by Zuckerberg.

Anyhooooo. The page's description was cheery and fitting: 
Weinerwhistle...say it aloud. Doesn't it make you smile? It rolls right off your tongue. Initially the founder of the word weinerwhistle (my mother) intended for it to mean "scary mary" or someone who was being a "fraidy cat" in any given situation. But I use it as often as I can to mean whatever I want. And you should too. Weinerwhistles of the world unite!

It made me think of the Oscar Mayer Weinermobile, which I was fortunate enough to see on Main Street while attending the University of Delaware. Behold its magestic beauty (not my pic):

2. The name I really wanted for my blog was taken, and I was using not having a name as an excuse for why I wasn't starting a blog. Then I was whining (being a weinerwhistle if you will) about not being comfortable with the wordpress or blogspot platforms. Then I blamed it on not having enough material. Then blah blah blah. Bottom line I had to pick a name and start the blog. There comes a time to shit or get off the pot. I'm shitting. Don't worry, not really.

3. I asked a friend what I should call it, and she replied Weinerwhistle. Dunzo. Mrs. B's blog can be found...right here. Get it?

Let the blogging begin. Thank you Mrs. B, and thank you Mom. Don't kill me for this post-Royal Wedding Party picture. It makes me laugh and laugh.

Sayonara for now.

SMD

p.s. The blog title font is Permanent Marker. I picked it because I liked the idea of writing weinerwhistle in permanent marker.
p.p.s The post title font is Walter Turncoat. I picked it because it was called Walter Turncoat. Forgive if either are difficult to read.